Lyrical Breakdown of Versace Shades - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Versace Shades" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Versace Shades" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh, hol' up, hol' up
Umm, uhm, mm
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Yeah, yeah
Black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby", see these chains I got on?
I say, "Baby", I stay strapped down with my chrome
Mm-mm, bow-bah, mm-mm, bow
That Lil Top nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock
I grew up sellin' dope off grandpa porch, draw smoke, you know I keep my pole
Can't trust nobody 'cause my soul always get mistreated, damn
I need me a bad hoe, I need me a bad bitch
Gon' hold me down and help me hide this dirty money from up the
I be on them bars and I stay rollin'
I can't control it, baby, no, I can't control it, baby
Kilt that bitch, he's talkin' beef, right now he the one I'm smokin'
I got a problem baby, tried to smoke his homie, baby
Designer coupe, I change out my shoes
You fuck with me, then I fuck with you
I keep my pistol stuck on me like glue
You try one mother fuckin' thang and I'm gon' shoot
Kentrell, I love you (love you, love you)
I love you too, but I'm fucked up inside the streets
The FBI wan' see me through
Drivin' a Rolls Royce and it's long just like a bus, yeah yeah
Porsche 911, eight hundred thousand dollar watch on top my hand
We could have a baby, we could do anything, we could just be friends
We'll shoot your ex out with that cutta I just got from my kin
Please don't trust nobody 'round me, they'll do you in
They'll shoot you clean inside your head, give fifty grand to my twin
What the fuck you mean, I done come from low income?
Ever since I've been up, I ain't worried about nothin'
My wife weighing a million dollars, hundred rounds for a hundred problems
Run down, spray him and his partner, bang bitch, bang nigga
I walked in this bitch with black Versace shades
One million foreign car
I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby" see these chains I got on?
I say, "Baby" I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm (Slime, slime, slime)
Bow, mm mm, bow
That Lil Top nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock
Slime, slime, this YoungBoy, nigga
This big Velveeta
How you been living 5?
Kentrell I love you
Say I love you, love you
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)